We were in almost the same position when I awoke in the morning, except that she’d thrown one leg over my hip and I was extremely conscious of her feminine warmth against my groin. She stirred and lifted her head to look at me.
“Oh no,” she groaned. “So it wasn’t a dream.”
“No, Mum, sorry.”
She lay her head back down on my chest.
“Don’t be sorry, Tommy, I’m not.”
“Neither am I, Mum.”
“You know we can’t make love, Darling.”
“Yes, Mum, of course.”
“I want to, God knows I do, but we just can’t.”
“It’s okay Mum, I know we can’t, but we can hug each other can’t we?”
“Oh yes.”
“Have I done that?” She moved her leg slightly and giggled when she felt my erection.
“No mum,” I laughed, “it was the woman next door!”
“Tell her to clear off then,” she laughed. “You’re spoken for.”
“Am I, Mum?”
“Do you want to be?”
“Yes, very much so.”
“I need to get up and go to the loo, Darling.”
“So what’s stopping you?”
“I’m naked.”
“I know.”
“You’ll look at me.”
“Yes.”
“Turn away.”
“No.”
“You’re being horrible.”
“I’m eighteen, Mum. I’m naked in bed with a very sexy lady who’s doing all sorts of things to my mind.”
“You might not like what you see.”
“I like everything about you.”
“You’re not a gentleman, Tommy.”
“Never said I was did I?”
“I can’t remember the last time I did that to a man without touching him. I’m quite flattered.”
“In that case Mum, I’d say you haven’t slept with many men.”
She looked unaccountably sad then for a moment and pulled away.
“I wasn’t a nun Tommy. Do you mind?”
“Not one little bit Mum.”
“The loo,” she said softly, “Do you want me to come back?”
“Yes please.”
As she got out I turned my back to her and cursed my sense of fair play and decency, I’d have given anything to see her naked, but it would have been unfair. I still had my back to her about two minutes later when she scampered back in and spooned herself into my back.
“You didn’t peek.”
“No Mum, not once.”
“Thank you.” She kissed my shoulder. “What I said about you not being a gentleman, I take it back.”
“I wanted to look, Mum.”
“I wish you had.”
I turned round to face her and looked into her eyes.
“What would you do if I pulled the sheet down now and kissed you?”
“I’d kiss you back.”
“But it would mean that I’d see you naked.”
“Yes.”
Raising myself up I kissed her forehead and looked down at her breasts, her nipples already rising in anticipation.
“You’re beautiful, Mum.”
“And you’re a nice liar, Tommy.” she reached up and slid both arms around my neck, “I want this very much Tommy, but I said last night that I had something to tell you, so I need to do it now Darling.”
“Nothing you can tell me will change how I feel about you, Mum.”
I jumped when her bedside phone rang and we both laughed.
“Leave it, Mum.”
“I can’t.”
Picking up the receiver, her face went white. “Oh no!”
She listened for a while longer and then said, “We’ll be there in an hour,” and replaced the receiver.
“What’s wrong mum?”
“Oh Tommy,” she sobbed, “John’s housekeeper tried to wake him this morning, she didn’t succeed darling, he died in his sleep!”
An ambulance was pulling away as we drew into his driveway, Joan was standing in the doorway talking to a police officer, her face drawn and lined, it was the first time I’d ever thought that she looked her age.
We all shed a few tears, I particularly felt the pain of his passing, he’d been the nearest thing to a father that I’d known. He’d shown faith in me with my song and he’d had endless patience throughout the years when I was rebelling against everything that came in front of me. He never asked why and he never sat in judgment, in short he was a nice man and I knew I’d miss him terribly.
“We don’t know for sure yet,” Joan said tearfully, “but I spoke to his doctor and he’s pretty sure it was natural causes.”
“How old was he, Joan?” Mum asked but Joan wasn’t sure. “Certainly in his seventies,” she replied and cried again.
We spent the whole day with her at John’s house and then she came back to Mum’s with us where I prepared dinner. Afterwards we sat out in the garden and just talked about how he’d affected our lives.
She declined Mum’s offer to stay so we ran her home and on the way back Mum pulled into a pub, we got our drinks and found a quiet little corner where she carried on from earlier on when she was about to tell me whatever it was.
“It was when I was eighteen Tommy, I saw the house that I wanted, the one I’m in now, but your father was in America on business and I couldn’t even get hold of his lawyers. I had the chance to make some good money so I took it. Looking back on it now, it probably wasn’t such a good idea, but at least I managed to buy the house.”
“What wasn’t such a good idea, Mum?”
“It was a woman I met on holiday, she wanted me to act in some films.”
“Do I need to guess what kind of films they were?”
“No, Darling.”
She got up to get us a refill then and I felt a stirring down below as I watched her walking to the bar, she was smiling self consciously as she returned and said that she’d felt my eyes on her bottom.
“It looks like a very nice bottom, Mum.”
“You haven’t seen it.”
“I don’t need to see it to know it’s nice Mum. It’ll be just like the rest of you – lovely.”
“So how do you feel about me making blue films?”
“Do you want the truth, Mum?”
“Of course.”
“Excited!”
“Really?”
“Yes really, you did what you needed to do to get something you wanted, did they pay you well?”
“Oh yes” she said brightly, “Very well, but it wasn’t just the money, it was the glamour and excitement. We filmed in Spain at a big villa, they were very lavish productions you know.”
“They would have to be lavish for my mother,” I laughed and she laughed with me.
“Let’s take some booze home Tommy, it’d be nice to sit in the garden and just talk.”
“Good idea, Mum.”
At home, she left me to pour our drinks whilst she went to change. It was a beautiful evening and in spite of John’s passing, I felt good.
I’d never before been happy with any of the foster parents I’d had and although they’d all done their best for me, I always felt like an outsider. Here though was different. I felt at home!
“This belonged to someone who said he wanted to marry me,” she said behind me and I turned to see her standing there smiling at me in just an oversized rugby shirt and trainers. She looked small and somehow vulnerable. Even her breasts were only small swellings beneath the baggy shirt and I felt envious of the man who’d owned it.
“I think I hate him, Mum.”
“No,” she laughed. “There’s no hate in you Tommy. He was a nice man but…”
“So why didn’t you marry him?”
She sat down beside me and sipped at her drink.
“He said I was obsessed.”
“With what?”
“With you,” she said simply. “He said my only topic of conversation was the son I didn’t know.”
“Christ, Mum,” I laughed, “Talking about me all the time must have bored the arse off him.”
We were quiet for a minute, then she got up and took my hand. “Come on, there’s something I want to show you.”
There was a gate in the fence at the bottom of the garden and it opened onto a little wooden platform on the river bank, it was only a stream really and obviously not very deep because I could just about see the bottom. A few yards away the stream disappeared round a bend and I presumed it joined the river Thames as I caught a glimpse of a pleasure boat going past.
“This is where I used to come to plan things,” she said softly. “Joan too.”
“It’s beautiful, Mum.”
“It’s peaceful,” she smiled as we sat down at the plastic garden table, “My little world where I’d sit with Joan and ask her about you, but mostly I’d just sit here with a glass of wine and imagine what it would be like when I finally met you.”
“Have I lived up to your expectations?”
“You’ve done a lot more than that Tommy.”
I felt myself reddening, so I hid it by bringing her hand up to my mouth and kissing the back of it tenderly,
“Stay here mum.”
I ran back up to the house and found what I was looking for, on the way back I grabbed the bottle we’d left in the garden and took it with me, she giggled when she saw the camera but I fired off a couple of shots before she could protest.
“That’s cheating, Tommy. I wasn’t ready.”
“I know,” I laughed. “That’s why I did it, you look natural mum, natural and happy.”
“I am happy, Darling.”
“Stand up.”
She stood up and I shot some more as she posed hands on hips, smiling, tossing her head back and sticking her tongue out.
“Turn round and look back at me.”
There was mischief in her eyes as she did what I asked, I must have taken a dozen or more before I realized that she’d pulled the rugby shirt up slightly. I could see the underside of her buttocks, a beautiful part of any woman where the thighs curve prettily to become her bottom!
“Beautiful, Mum,” I laughed. “Now sit down and stop flashing your bum at me.”
“One more,” she giggled and I only just managed to snap two very quick ones off as she lifted the shirt completely to display her pert little bottom clad only in tiny lime green panties.
“Oh wow,” I laughed as I stepped back to admire the unexpected view and promptly fell in the river!
She shrieked in fear until I surfaced and then the laughter came. I tred water and watched as she shook with laughter, tears streamed down her face and she even crossed her legs.
“Oh very funny,” I moaned and reached a hand up, “Help me out please.”
She took hold of my hand and squealed again as I pulled.
“NO TOMMY.”
But it was too late and I caught another brief glimpse of her panties as she fell in beside me.
We were still laughing as we squelched our way back up the garden and into the kitchen, but the laughter stopped as she led me up to the bathroom and switched the shower on. Hurriedly I stripped off and reached for her under the needle sharp spray. She came into my arms naked and shivering, her nipples pressed into my chest as we kissed, her arms went round my neck and she moaned softly.
“Oh Tommy.”
I was hard, so hard it was hurting, I felt her hand moving down over my stomach and gasped as her fingers found me.
“No one must know, Tommy,” she whispered as I picked her up bodily, her legs went round me and even under the hot water. I felt the heat of her as her tongue snaked between my teeth.
“They’ll never find out from me mum,” I whispered and she squealed in my mouth as I entered her warmth.
“Oh my God Tommy.” She gripped my hair and used it to lever herself up and down on me. “We’re doing it Darling, we’re making love, we’re fucking Tommy, we’re actually fucking!”
I couldn’t do anything but stand there, my back against the wall as she did the work for both of us. She bounced up and down, writhed and squirmed, bit my neck and sucked my tongue. She ground her cunt downwards onto my penis and I felt her fingernails digging into my back.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped and did my best to thrust upwards into her body.
“Me too darling, yes Tommy, yes, oh fuck yes.”
Her eyes opened and looked into mine as she started to come.
“I’m coming,” I hissed and felt myself spurting, her eyes rolled and she squealed in my ear as she jerked in time to my spurting cock. Even when I was empty she was still jerking and coming, clinging to me and moaning softly.
Finally she slipped off me and stood in my arms as the water cascaded over us. She was breathing heavily and clinging to me, her head against my chest.
“Oh my God Tommy,” she whispered as she reached up to turn the water off, “that was incredible, absolutely incredible. I came three times!”
I kissed her again as we wrapped ourselves in two thick towels.
“Mind blowing, Mum,” I said softly, “Absolutely mind blowing.”
After we’d dried we went to bed and made love again, this time it was slow, tender and loving. She lay on her back and together we watched my penis going in and out of her gorgeous little hole. I learned that she loved having her nipples sucked as a prelude to sex and that she squirted during a particularly powerful orgasm.
“You wouldn’t have noticed, Darling,” she said softly, “but I squirted in the shower.”
“I wish I’d seen it Mum,” I told her. “That’s a fantasy of mine.”
She kissed me again and whispered that she’d love me to see her doing it. She asked me what else I liked and I told her I loved stockings and very tiny little knickers.
“I love licking a beautiful little pussy too, Mum,” I whispered and she climaxed again when I told her that most of all, I loved fucking my beautiful young mother!
The next morning, we drove round to my flat and cleared out all of my clothes and stuff. It took two trips in both our cars and then we drove into town to the estate agent’s where I gave the lease up and paid it off.
From there we drove to Joans’ house and discussed the arrangements for John’s funeral with her. She was very apprehensive because John had two sons who’d learned of his affair with Joan some years ago and hated her for it.
“But his wife was already dead when your affair started!” I said and she just smiled.
“Yes she was, Tommy, but they saw me as the scarlet woman, a gold digger if you like. They accused me of being after his money.”
“Then they’re stupid, Darling,” Mum said and put her arms around our friend.
“They told me I wasn’t welcome at the funeral Kerry.”
“You’ll be there Joan,” I said with rather more conviction than I felt and she smiled up at me.
“Thank you Tommy, but I’ll feel better if you two will come with me.”
“Of course we will, you know that.”
“There’s a little bit more to it though, Tommy.”
“Well you can tell us over dinner. Get your glad rags on. It’s my treat.”
I took them to a little Italian place where I often used to eat and we talked over the meal. She told us that she’d been left all of his money, (a considerable amount) and the sons were most upset about it.
“That’s understandable,” I offered and she agreed with me to my surprise.
“Yes Tommy, but they’re greedy. They always have been.”
Mum asked her what she meant and Joan told of how they’d already got a buyer for his city centre premises.
“Can you believe that they lined the deal up last year, it’s a prime site and they’ll get at least two million for it, he’s left me a quarter of a million but they want it all, every last penny of it.”
“So they’re contesting the will?”
“Oh yes. It’s being dealt with by another solicitor, but he was a friend of John’s so we’ll just have to see how it goes.”
She brightened up then and asked how we were getting on together.
“He’s moved in with me,” Mum said.
“Good. I’m pleased for you both,” she said. “Very pleased, but what about you Tommy, what are you going to do now you’ve found your mum?”
I nearly said that I was going to stay in bed with her all day, every day, but instead I smiled and said that I hadn’t given it much thought, I was just enjoying being with Mum.
“Let’s wait until after the funeral Joan,” I said, “and then mum and I will sit down and talk about it.”
The funeral wasn’t as bad as Joan had expected. I think John’s sons were slightly put out when she arrived with me and Mum in the Ferrari. We sat pretty well near the back of the church, Joan in between us and each of her hands in ours.
“Thanks for coming,” the older one said as we filed past them after the service.
“Your father was a very special person,” I said and held his gaze. “My mother and I owe him everything.”
He said nothing, but looked carefully at Mum as if he was filing information away for future use and I felt his eyes on us all the way back to the car. We didn’t attend the reception afterwards. Joan thought it would have been inviting confrontation. Instead, we called in at a little country pub for a light lunch.
“As you know,” Joan said, “I’m off on my cruise tomorrow, so I’ve instructed the solicitors to deal with you, Kerry, until I return. Is that all right with you both?”
“Of course it is,” Mum said and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “We’ll do everything we can for you.”
We dropped Joan off at her home and went home to relax and generally wind down, the funeral had made us realize that a door had closed and both of us needed to think about which door we were going to open next.
Neither of us had intended to make love, but as I stripped off my suit, I saw Mum hanging her dress up in the wardrobe. She wore black bra, panties and stockings and the sight of her gorgeous little bottom barely covered by the tiny black panties proved too much for me to resist.
“I think we should have a rest Mum, don’t you?” I whispered…
